Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

  • Mood:
The cockhead is at it again, and this time I nearly exploded.

He comes out of his office and walks all the way down to my cube, and picks up his as-yet-unopened mail. He asks me why I don't open his mail. I say, "I'm sorry, I've been working on other things all morning." He shrugs and walks away, leaving the unopened mail on my desk. I call after him, "Do you want this stuff?" He says, "Why don't you open it, and then I'll check it?"

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